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Salvia Eternity · 03-26-2012, 04:59 AM

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(300) Dated March 5th

Animals, and especially predators, show remarkable resolve in the denial of wounds. Salvia was no exception to this rule. The most savage beating she had suffered the previous night hardly showed on her personage. Despite his ferocity, Sirius had not used his claws or teeth—the minor wounds she had suffered could be accounted to the Ichikan raid. Only the raised flesh under her face suggested any damage. That did not mean she did not feel the true damage of his brutual attack; she had reluctantly asked TK to fetch some medicine from Odessa, and taken the herbal mixture sent back. The slave had again been sent off to aid her father with the animals, citing a presumed wound from the raid.

Abendrot was her only company, seeming to sense she had a secondary motive for lingering indoors today. He had caught her a rather fat rabbit and she had eaten it quickly. Most of her morning had been spent waiting for the medicine to work, and once it had, she slept. It was a dreamless sleep, a side-effect of her cousin’s well-crafted medicine. The lynx, a massive thing that weighed nearly as much as a coyote (if not a wolf) slept by her side.

When she did wake, Salvia lingered indoors. She ventured out only to relieve herself, but her movements were stiff and sore. Her feline companion had kept a close eye on her, and offered to get further medicine if she required it. Unwilling to look weak before the Family, Salvia had rejected his offer and instead suggested he go hunt again. When he left, she curled up on her bed and lay in silence, half in and half out of reality as she struggled with the internal throws of a loyalist fearing further punishment for treason.

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